Every once and a while I get little reminders after working two night tshifts in a row that my body is getting older. READ: I'm so tired, I might fall asleep while standing. Let's be honest, those days I don't bring my A game in terms of quality parenting.
Typically, these are the mornings that my children decide to embark on great new dangerous or LOUD forms of play. But eeevvvveerry once in a while, the stars align just right and instead they choose beautiful, happy, let's-pretend-we-are-all-best-friends-all-day together time. It is glorious and yet dangerous all the same. You see, these are the days I look at my kids and say, "Oh, we could totally do four".
Typically directly following that train of thought, is some major life-affirming meltdown between siblings and all is once again right with the world.
A calm post-shift Sunday afternoon is still quite the present though! So thankful!